Wednesday, December 08, 2010

Merry...um...yeah, whatever.


We haven't put up any decorations yet. We've bought some presents, and my wife has done some wrapping, but festivity has yet to visit Castle Marius. I've been trying to get in the mood, but this is the time of year that I feel my mother's absence most. She was always the fuhrer of festive in our house. Left to us, the men-folk, the ornaments would never leave their cardboard tombs. Trees would stay outside, and lights would be simple illumination devices. But every year, almost before the last turkey sandwich was eaten during the post-Thanksgiving week, she'd initiate passive-aggresive-Christmas-mode. She'd go out to the garage, and some time would go by, and then you'd hear a great huffing and puffing and scraping and then you'd see her struggling to bring the tree box into the house. My brother, father and I would all inwardly cringe as we knew what was about to happen. If we didn't immediately go all North Pole on the house she'd crank her guilt rays up to 11 and sigh and moan, but never actually tell anyone to do anything, ultimately getting us up on chairs, and chasing the cats away from the ornaments, and actually having a pretty good time decorating. The house would be all glittery and twinkly, and completely commercially acceptable by any and all advertising agencies, and the nativity we've had all my life would be on the little table between the kitchen and living room, just waiting for the annual "let's put a wind up monster in the back and see how long it takes for her to notice" game.

But here, now, I'm the motivator of the holiday cheer, but I'm not very motivated. My wife likes it when the house is decorated, but it never occurs to her to actually get them out and decorate. The young'n doesn't seem to care one way or the other, and so far I just can't generate enough 'wanna' to get it done. I know, as Shakespeare says, 'tis common. Everyone, in an ideal world, will lose their parents, but it was too soon, and the third anniversary of her death is near.(even as I look at the word third I can't believe it) Hopefully once the winter break begins and I begin to decompress from a very taxing semester I'll grow less grinchy. Something that has already helped in that area was a lovely, and unexpected package that arrived from the Great White North. Mdme. Stinkypaw, that shining beacon of wonderfulness in Quebec, sent me a jar of DELICIOUS homemade ketchup and some amazing cookies(that met a terrible demise last night)and a card(above) that proves that I have quite accurately depicted Starbuck herein. Merci beaucoup, my blend. :-) And speaking of Mdme. Stinkypaw, tag! You're it!! :-)

Ebeneezer Marius

3 comments:

flurrious said...

I've found that Christmas is really not the same since my dad died. It's funny because he was the most grinchy one in the family, but it was important to him that we all be together on the holiday. Nowadays, my sister and brother always insist that we have a family gathering, but they never offer to host it. My mom did it for almost 50 years and is frankly over it, and I've done it the last ten years and also? Over it. Thus, this year I am beginning my multi-year plan to phase it out with a target date of 2012.

Stinkypaw said...

I can't believe it's been three years too... seems like a little while back I was reading about it. Wow, time does fly and so does that cat in the tree! ;-)

I hope the ketchup will bring some cheers and soon you'll all feel some of the merry...

rosebuckle said...

I share your lack of enthusiasm. For me it is because I lack the funds for gifts to anyone, especially since shipping is now so expensive (all of the family is out of state & one out of country) or funds for a tree. My "cheer" is pretty much the twinkle lights I put up around the living room window. I mean put up last year (and never took down)